If I let you open a toy store, would you mass-produce Emperor Armor?

The urgent alarm pierced everyone's eardrums.

Suddenly, a crack appeared in the sky above the old street.

The crack was about three meters long, with dark purple light flowing along its edges.

Miniature abyssal rift!

Zhang Fugui's laughter was stuck in his throat. He looked up at the crack, the color draining from his face.

"A crack...a fissure? How did it get here?"

Normally, abyssal rifts often appear in uninhabited areas on the outskirts of cities, where professional spiritual warrior teams are stationed to clear them out.

The old street is a residential area, and the last time cracks appeared there was fifteen years ago.

The crack split open, and two dark figures fell from it, crashing heavily onto the street, kicking up pebbles and dust.

As the smoke cleared, two enormous monsters crouched in the middle of the road.

Bloodthirsty mad wolf!

Tier 1 low-level magical beast!

Its entire body is covered in dark gray fur, its eyes glow red, and its mouth is dripping with purplish-black saliva.

Tier 1, low level. It may not sound high, but for ordinary people, a single bloodthirsty wolf is enough to slaughter half a street.

And now there are two here!

The old street instantly descended into chaos, with vendors overturning their stalls and scrambling into the alleyways, and residents slamming windows and locking doors.

A child was crying by the roadside, and someone was shouting, "Where are the people from the Lingwu Association?"

Zhang Fugui's two henchmen were the first to react.

"Manager, retreat!"

Zhang Biao swung his psionic alloy rod, blocking Zhang Fugui's path, while Zhao Qiang pulled Zhang Fugui's arm and backed away.

However, Zhang Fugui was still a first-tier spiritual martial artist. He steadied himself and slapped Zhao Qiang's hand away: "What's the panic! They're just two low-level first-tier beasts. I... I'm also a first-tier!"

Zhang Fugui swallowed hard, his heart pounding wildly.

The primary spiritual energy heart-protecting mirror on his chest activated automatically, emitting a light blue shield that enveloped Zhang Fugui.

The expensive equipment gave him some confidence at crucial moments.

The light shield only covered Zhang Fugui.

The two bloodthirsty wolves did not rush towards Zhang Fugui. Instead, they split up, one on the left and one on the right, and pounced on the fleeing crowds at both ends of the old street.

On the left, they headed straight for a middle-aged woman who was holding a child and couldn't run anymore.

The one on the right rushed towards an old shoe repairman with mobility issues.

Zhang Fugui stood there and patted his chest.

"This breastplate of mine is defensive; it's not suitable for offensive operations," Zhang Fugui said to his two henchmen. "You two take the lead, and I'll provide you with psionic support from behind."

The two thugs exchanged a glance.

But no one dared to object, since their salaries hadn't been paid yet.

Zhang Biao gritted his teeth and charged towards the mad wolf on the left, swinging his stick at it.

The psionic alloy rod slammed into the mad wolf's back with a dull thud.

The wolf staggered from the blow, but was not injured; there wasn't even a white mark on its fur.

Mad Wolf turned his head, stared at Zhang Biao, and growled.

Upon hearing the roar, Zhang Biao's hands began to tremble.

At the same time, the wolf on the right was almost catching up with the old shoe repairman.

In this situation, no one can stop it.

At that moment, Zhang Fugui caught a glimpse of the toy store entrance out of the corner of his eye.

Song Yang was still standing there, clutching the plastic Flame Dragon Armor Summoner in his hand.

"Song Yang, are you crazy! Hide right now!" Zhang Fugui shouted.

It wasn't that I cared about Song Yang's life or death, but I was afraid that if Song Yang died here, the debt would become a bad debt.

However, Song Yang did not move.

He glanced at the system panel in his mind.

Current mood score: 3

[Conjuration Blueprint: Flame Dragon Armor Summoner, Required Emotion Points: 100]

Three...one hundred.

Ninety-seven points off!

Song Yang: "..."

Song Yang took a deep breath and quickly scanned the battlefield.

At this moment, Zhang Biao had already been swatted away by the mad wolf on the left, crashing against the wall and sliding down, his psionic alloy rod breaking in two.

The mad wolf on the right was less than 20 meters away from the old shoe repairman. Zhao Qiang was pulling Zhang Fugui backward, and the blue light of the breastplate was flashing.

The system's visualization is unusable; there's a line of small text at the bottom of the panel.

[Note: If the materialization blueprint is not fulfilled, the host can use the unmaterialized toy to perform physical attacks; the damage will be based on the toy's material strength.]

[Current Weapon: Plastic Summoning Device. Material: ABS Engineering Plastic. Estimated Damage: Approximately equivalent to hitting someone with a remote control.]

Song Yang looked down at the red plastic case in his hand.

Using a remote control to hit people or level one monsters?

At a time like this, why the hell do you have to try to make me laugh like this?

Song Yang gritted his teeth and immediately started running.

He ran toward the wolf on the right that was closer to the old shoe repairman.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Fugui's eyes widened in shock: "He charged forward? He's just an ordinary person?"

Zhao Qiang stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief.

Even Zhang Biao, who possesses spiritual martial arts, knelt down, yet this guy still went up?

There really are people who aren't afraid of death!

At this moment, the system lights up again.

[Ding! Emotional fluctuation detected. Shocking!]

[Source: Zhang Fugui x1, Zhao Qiang x1, and 14 scattered civilians from the surrounding area.]

[Mood value +19.]

[Current mood score: 22.]

Added 19 points!

That's 6 times more than the previous 3 points!

Song Yang finally understood.

Mockery and contempt only generate a small amount of emotional value; the large amount of emotional value comes from shock.

An ordinary person rushing towards a monster in the abyss with a plastic toy—this suicidal act shocked everyone who witnessed it.

Having realized this, Song Yang ran even faster.

The bloodthirsty wolf on the right had already pounced on the old shoemaker. The old man fell to the ground, using his shoemaker's awl to shield himself, his wrist trembling uncontrollably.

Song Yang rushed over and shoved the old man away.

The wolf's claws missed their mark, and it was instantly enraged.

Its scarlet eyes were fixed on Song Yang, ready to tear him to shreds at any moment.

Song Yang gritted his teeth and began to maneuver left and right, trying to outmaneuver him.

This scene terrified everyone. If the mad wolf had touched him even once, Song Yang would have died on the spot, without a doubt!

At that moment, the numbers on the system panel in Song Yang's mind started jumping again.

[Ding! Large-scale emotional fluctuation detected. Shocking.]

[Source: Zhang Fugui x1, Zhang Biao x1, Zhao Qiang x1, surrounding civilians x31, onlookers in the distance x7...]

[When an ordinary person directly encounters an abyssal monster and survives temporarily, this event triggers a critical hit on their emotional value.]

[Mood value +82.]

[Current mood score: 104.]

Song Yang heard the system notification.

[Emotional value satisfied. Consume 100 emotional points to materialize and upgrade the Flame Dragon Armor Summoner?]

At this moment, the fangs of the bloodthirsty wolf were less than half a meter away from Song Yang's face.

Song Yang's lips curled up in a smile.

"Reveal!"

The red plastic case containing the thirty-eight-yuan note in my hand suddenly lit up.

Crimson flames erupted from the gaps in the summoner, and the cheap-looking Flame Dragon Summoner burst forth with a dazzling red light.

The burst of scorching heat crushed the bloodthirsty wolf's killing intent.

The wolf stopped, its fangs hovering in mid-air.

The power emanating from the summoned device when it materialized instilled fear in the mad wolf, causing it to not only cease its attack but also subtly retreat.

Zhang Fugui's breastplate sounded an overload alarm. He stared wide-eyed as the toy store owner was engulfed by crimson flames.

The cracks on the inferior plastic shell disappeared, reformed, and were redefined by the rules.

At that moment, even the basic spiritual energy protective mirror on Zhang Fugui's chest cracked.

The protective mirror cracked under the pressure of that aura!